Fic: It's In The Hands (Zacharias/Justin)
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slumberTitle: It's In The Hands
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Zacharias/Justin
Length: 1022 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Justin reads palms, and Zacharias thinks it's rubbish.
Additional Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
siobhanohare, whose Justin will always adore and worship Zacharias. Happy Christmas! <333
Zacharias didn't believe in Divination, or fortune-telling, or any of that 'New Age crap about fatalism', as he very bluntly, often rudely put it.
Sometimes Justin thought Zach only said that to be mean, and he was probably right, too. Zach was a very cranky person when he felt like it, which he usually did, and when somebody ever did any number of things that annoyed him, which they often did, despite the 'List of Things Never To Do When Zach Is Around (Including Calling Him Zach)' that circulated around the Hufflepuff Common Room.
Well, Ernie probably wrote that down specifically so people would do those things, now that Justin thought about it. He still didn't understand why Zach would take such a cruel liking to dropping scathing remarks about Divination when he knew Justin loved it, though. It wasn't like Justin was a fan of Trelawney, after all. He preferred the Muggle methods he grew up with, thankyouverymuch, except Zach would only snort and say in that awfully snarky tone of his that there was hardly any difference.
Oh yes there was a difference, and Justin sought to prove this one day, in the Common Room, a few days before Leaving, when Ernie and Hannah were in a Prefects' meeting and Susan and Sophia were upstairs packing and the lower years were off studying.
"I'm bored," he announced loudly, pouting as he settled himself further into the sofa, glancing at Zach from the corner of his eye.
The Hufflepuff Quidditch captain continued to pretend to have dozed off in the armchair across Justin's sofa.
Justin narrowed his eyes and huffed indignantly. Zach had been awake not a minute ago, who was he kidding? In a few quick strides Justin stood over Zach's pretend-sleeping figure and sat himself on Zach's lap quite suddenly. "Wake up."
"What the fu--JUSTIN!" Zach sat up, almost throwing Justin off, if not for the fact that Justin half-expected that to happen and clung quite effectively to Zach's robes. The taller boy tried to swat Justin away, but even his snark could do nothing when Justin wanted something.
"Yes?" Justin smiled innocently.
"What are you doing on my lap?"
"Waking you up."
"Why?"
"I'm bored. Entertain me," Justin demanded, as if it were normal for people to drop anything they were currently doing in lieu of entertaining Justin, which it wasn't, but which Justin thought was, anyway.
Zacharias shook his head - he really had been asleep - and rubbed his temple. The rest of the Hufflepuffs annoyed him, but to Justin he'd developed some form of immunity - he'd have broken down years ago if he allowed Justin to annoy him, especially if he followed the list he knew Ernie had written down and passed around.
"What now?" he asked, knowing he'd eventually have to humour Justin anyway.
"Give me your hand," Justin ordered, wiggling about in Zach's lap. "I'm going to read your palm!"
Zach snorted. "Geroff," he said half-heartedly, knowing Justin wouldn't. He creased his forehead incredulously. "Palm-reading? That's what you want to do?"
"No, I'd rather you than palm-reading," Justin grinned evilly, emphasising what he said next by poking Zach's chest with his finger. "Except you - are too frigid - for that sort - of doing."
Zach coloured slightly and attempted to cover his embarrassment with a completely unnatural cough, but Justin didn't notice and grabbed his right wrist instead, twisting his position on Zach's lap so his back was to the other boy's chest and the palm faced him the right way.
With his left hand Justin held Zach's hand firmly by the wrist, index finger resting at the back of the palm to keep it from limping back, and with his right finger he gently traced the lines of Zach's palm, rough and callous from Quidditch training, finger pads running over the creases and dips thoughtfully.
"It's really all in the hands, you know," he murmured, pursing his lips as he studied the palm more carefully. He rested back on Zach's chest absentmindedly, pausing for a few moments of silence as he gathered his thoughts. "See, this here's your life line, and it's decently long. Except it kind of fades off three fourths of the way through, which means you'll end up sick with something and die a long and awful death - maybe from all that smoking."
"Whatever you say," he felt Zach roll his eyes from behind him.
"You just don't like having to believe that some things are meant to happen," Justin replied with a smirk.
"No I don't," came Zach's protest, in the tone of voice he used when he clearly meant something else. "Things aren't meant to happen; you make them happen."
"If you say so," Justin replied glibly, continuing to trace small patterns on Zach's palm, right thumb grazing over the small scars that came from blisters caused by too much Quidditch and the handling of what was, in Justin's opinion, the wrong kind of broomstick. Absentmindedly he let go of Zach's wrist, and his left hand ran ever so softly over Zach's, fingers fitting in between the spaces of Zach's own.
"What are you doing?" Zach asked, and unlike the first time he asked his voice seemed a notch tinier, and if Justin listened extra carefully, which he always did when it came to Zach, there was a slight shakiness to it that indicated uncertainty.
"Well that depends on who you're asking," Justin answered, twisting himself in Zach's lap so he faced the boy, shifting a leg so he straddled Zach and resting both arms on Zach's chest, leaning forward with a feral smile that grew even bigger at Zach's widening eyes.
"Oh?" Zach tried to regain composure, but more than the fact that Justin found himself sitting on an obvious indication of something that would make Zach lose composure, Justin knew the boy well enough to tell when he was only trying to cover up panic.
"I'd say it's clearly meant to happen, but you'd tell me I'm only making it happen," Justin whispered matter-of-factly before he pressed his lips to Zach's.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Zacharias/Justin
Length: 1022 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Justin reads palms, and Zacharias thinks it's rubbish.
Additional Notes: For
siobhanohare, whose Justin will always adore and worship Zacharias. Happy Christmas! <333Zacharias didn't believe in Divination, or fortune-telling, or any of that 'New Age crap about fatalism', as he very bluntly, often rudely put it.
Sometimes Justin thought Zach only said that to be mean, and he was probably right, too. Zach was a very cranky person when he felt like it, which he usually did, and when somebody ever did any number of things that annoyed him, which they often did, despite the 'List of Things Never To Do When Zach Is Around (Including Calling Him Zach)' that circulated around the Hufflepuff Common Room.
Well, Ernie probably wrote that down specifically so people would do those things, now that Justin thought about it. He still didn't understand why Zach would take such a cruel liking to dropping scathing remarks about Divination when he knew Justin loved it, though. It wasn't like Justin was a fan of Trelawney, after all. He preferred the Muggle methods he grew up with, thankyouverymuch, except Zach would only snort and say in that awfully snarky tone of his that there was hardly any difference.
Oh yes there was a difference, and Justin sought to prove this one day, in the Common Room, a few days before Leaving, when Ernie and Hannah were in a Prefects' meeting and Susan and Sophia were upstairs packing and the lower years were off studying.
"I'm bored," he announced loudly, pouting as he settled himself further into the sofa, glancing at Zach from the corner of his eye.
The Hufflepuff Quidditch captain continued to pretend to have dozed off in the armchair across Justin's sofa.
Justin narrowed his eyes and huffed indignantly. Zach had been awake not a minute ago, who was he kidding? In a few quick strides Justin stood over Zach's pretend-sleeping figure and sat himself on Zach's lap quite suddenly. "Wake up."
"What the fu--JUSTIN!" Zach sat up, almost throwing Justin off, if not for the fact that Justin half-expected that to happen and clung quite effectively to Zach's robes. The taller boy tried to swat Justin away, but even his snark could do nothing when Justin wanted something.
"Yes?" Justin smiled innocently.
"What are you doing on my lap?"
"Waking you up."
"Why?"
"I'm bored. Entertain me," Justin demanded, as if it were normal for people to drop anything they were currently doing in lieu of entertaining Justin, which it wasn't, but which Justin thought was, anyway.
Zacharias shook his head - he really had been asleep - and rubbed his temple. The rest of the Hufflepuffs annoyed him, but to Justin he'd developed some form of immunity - he'd have broken down years ago if he allowed Justin to annoy him, especially if he followed the list he knew Ernie had written down and passed around.
"What now?" he asked, knowing he'd eventually have to humour Justin anyway.
"Give me your hand," Justin ordered, wiggling about in Zach's lap. "I'm going to read your palm!"
Zach snorted. "Geroff," he said half-heartedly, knowing Justin wouldn't. He creased his forehead incredulously. "Palm-reading? That's what you want to do?"
"No, I'd rather you than palm-reading," Justin grinned evilly, emphasising what he said next by poking Zach's chest with his finger. "Except you - are too frigid - for that sort - of doing."
Zach coloured slightly and attempted to cover his embarrassment with a completely unnatural cough, but Justin didn't notice and grabbed his right wrist instead, twisting his position on Zach's lap so his back was to the other boy's chest and the palm faced him the right way.
With his left hand Justin held Zach's hand firmly by the wrist, index finger resting at the back of the palm to keep it from limping back, and with his right finger he gently traced the lines of Zach's palm, rough and callous from Quidditch training, finger pads running over the creases and dips thoughtfully.
"It's really all in the hands, you know," he murmured, pursing his lips as he studied the palm more carefully. He rested back on Zach's chest absentmindedly, pausing for a few moments of silence as he gathered his thoughts. "See, this here's your life line, and it's decently long. Except it kind of fades off three fourths of the way through, which means you'll end up sick with something and die a long and awful death - maybe from all that smoking."
"Whatever you say," he felt Zach roll his eyes from behind him.
"You just don't like having to believe that some things are meant to happen," Justin replied with a smirk.
"No I don't," came Zach's protest, in the tone of voice he used when he clearly meant something else. "Things aren't meant to happen; you make them happen."
"If you say so," Justin replied glibly, continuing to trace small patterns on Zach's palm, right thumb grazing over the small scars that came from blisters caused by too much Quidditch and the handling of what was, in Justin's opinion, the wrong kind of broomstick. Absentmindedly he let go of Zach's wrist, and his left hand ran ever so softly over Zach's, fingers fitting in between the spaces of Zach's own.
"What are you doing?" Zach asked, and unlike the first time he asked his voice seemed a notch tinier, and if Justin listened extra carefully, which he always did when it came to Zach, there was a slight shakiness to it that indicated uncertainty.
"Well that depends on who you're asking," Justin answered, twisting himself in Zach's lap so he faced the boy, shifting a leg so he straddled Zach and resting both arms on Zach's chest, leaning forward with a feral smile that grew even bigger at Zach's widening eyes.
"Oh?" Zach tried to regain composure, but more than the fact that Justin found himself sitting on an obvious indication of something that would make Zach lose composure, Justin knew the boy well enough to tell when he was only trying to cover up panic.
"I'd say it's clearly meant to happen, but you'd tell me I'm only making it happen," Justin whispered matter-of-factly before he pressed his lips to Zach's.
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Date: 2004-12-25 11:21 pm (UTC)Um. *puppyeyes* You know what would be good? A nice sequel. Yes? No? Maybe? *licks*
I looooooove you, anyway! <333
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Date: 2004-12-26 04:41 pm (UTC)